There's not much I can say...

There's not much I can say to add to the description of the club's atmosphere. It does seem like an overdecorated basement, though they're now projecting continuous video clips of silhouetted dancers on the walls. (Interesting that there's now a sign in the men's room saying that patrons should talk to management if it's messy.) Annoying $5 cover, and $5 plus tip for a Diet Coke. The attractiveness of the dancers has improved greatly since my last visit, a mix of white and Asian. No Brazilians in sight though. I fear I may have unintentionally started a conflict between two attractive dancers when one tried to pull me away for a private dance while another was starting a dollar dance up front. I certainly didn't want to start anything like that.

In any event, off to the private room with Adrianna, a pretty, fit brunette. Dollar in the stupid jukebox and I left happy, though the process does seem somewhat clinical. I think the total elapsed time of my visit was 23 minutes. Still, it's nice to know the club remains good at what it's known for, and remains an essential stop on I-84.